A Quote by Rabindranath Tagore

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven. — © Rabindranath Tagore
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues.
What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.
Endless effort, endless humility, endless modesty.
music is a missionary effort to colonize earth for imperialistic heaven.
I am convinced that there is no great distance between heaven and earth, that the distance lies in our finite minds. When the Beloved visits us in the night, He turns our chambers into the vestibules of His palace halls. Earth rises to heaven when heaven comes down to earth.
Prayer changes things. It moves in the atmosphere. The bible says whatsoever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatsoever you loose on earth, you loose in heaven. And I loose it. I speak into existence everything I want. And I bind it. And I cast out everything that is not right. So absolutely. My faith is all that I had, all I have and all I will have to hold on to.
I think earth, if chosen instead of Heaven, will turn out to have been, all along, only a region in Hell; and earth, if put second to Heaven, to have been from the beginning a part of Heaven itself.
Smile O voluptuous coolbreathed earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset! Earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbowed earth! Rich apple-blossomed earth! Smile, for your lover comes!
While we look forward to a new heaven, let's first consider the new earth, for the new earth will indeed be like heaven on earth. We will live on a restored earth.
I need not shout my faith. Thrice eloquent Are quiet trees and the green listening sod; Hushed are the stars, whose power is never spent; The hills are mute: yet how they speak of God!
The holy heaven yearns to wound the earth, and yearning layeth hold on the earth to join in wedlock; the rain, fallen from the amorous heaven, impregnates the earth, and it bringeth forth for mankind the food of flocks and herds and Demeter's gifts; and from that moist marriage-rite the woods put on their bloom.
It often happens that those of whom we speak least on earth are best known in heaven.
And earth was heaven a little the worse for wear. And heaven was earth, done up again to look like new.
Between the finite and the infinite The missing link of Love has left a void. Supply the link, and earth with Heaven will join In one continued chain of endless life.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, From earth to heaven.
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